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Friday, February 20, 2015

The good food and a big fat Indian family ensured my
attendance at a number of weddings this shaadi season. However, weddings don’t
feel the same when the people getting married are in the radius of two years
from your age. A number of my friends’ parents have started searching for suitable
matches for their children, and it seems that the task of arranging a marriage
is quite a headache. The parents constantly complain about their children being
extremely choosy during the search, and the children can’t seem to explain to
their parents their parameters for approving or rejecting a candidate.

I believe the youngsters, like in every generation,
feel more comfortable discussing their preferences and choices with their
friends than with a generation above. But, the fact of one’s ongoing search for
a prospective partner cannot be broadcasted on social media websites, leaving one
vulnerable to constant questioning and fear of being labeled as someone who has
been unable to find a suitable match for a long time.

In a small attempt to see whether the knowledge that a
database of eligible life partners is being maintained by a person of the same
age group will help people in overcoming their inhibitions about the search, I wish
to offer some help.

If you are someone looking for a life partner, or know
someone to whom this might be of some help, you may fill the matrimonial
registration form below and I will try to find a match for you from the
available database. Through this project, which I will henceforth call “Ahuja Aunty ke Rishte hi Rishte”, I am
looking at:

Earning some punya
credit for getting two people to find their life-partners;

Turning dosti
into rishtedaari for a few;

Getting to attend a wedding as both, a ladkewala and a ladkiwala; and

Living the Punjabi aunty dream of saare bachon ka rishta karao-ing.

You would notice that all through the form, I have
referred to myself as “we”. For example, “we will not share your information
without your consent.” It’s just a pseudo-smart sounding thing to make the
whole project sound like something backed by an organization. It’s just me. :P Also,
the fact that I think it looks “pseudo-smart” is enough to show that I am going
to have a lot of problem when I reach the age of finding a life partner for
myself.

I will also put this form up as a separate page on the
blog so that it can be easily accessed from the sidebar. Let us join hands and
find rishta’s for people that will
make mankind shed happy tears. Let the shaadi’s
begin :D

Monday, February 16, 2015

There’s something about boogers. You know, those little nasty bits that remain stuck, on the sides of beds, below office tables, deposited in that little gap between your school desk’s drawer and tabletop. Many a childhood’s left indelible marks of nasal waste, marking the passage of time on places you shudder to think about now. There’s a fair chance many among us heard the adjective ‘gross’ for the first time from a member of the opposite sex, when we were busy mining for gold. It stopped us from examining the booger. And it ensured we never found the hilarity of coaxing it out, making it into a little projectile, and throwing it at the bald pate of an angry white man, and laughing hysterically. Until now.

The joke appears twice in MSG- Messenger of God. And like everything else in the film, it results in the exact opposite of what it’s meant to do.

Before you read any further, a disclaimer is necessary: To ensure I survived the entirety of this journey, I had a session with an Old Monk, and partook Kool Aid a few times. As a result, I was already feeling the buzz, quite literally, as I entered the a local cinema hall in Gurgaon late on Friday evening. The result is a review which is more like a stream of consciousness from a night of debauchery you barely remember. If you can get past the structure of the paragraphs that follow, you can truly get a feel for the cinematic gem I so describe.

One Angry Herschelle Gibbs: Like really angry. So angry that he could switch at will from being a highly renowned marksman to quivering mass of steroids.

Three lost girls: They just keep wandering in and out every scene with the titular character, all of them routinely smiling so beatifically you hope they were sufficiently alerted to their presence in the film.

One seemingly gay man: He played the booger jokes on Angry Herschelle Gibbs. Apart from it, he just played the token gay man by virtue of pantomime mannerisms. This man put Shakti Kapoor’s turn as Chutiya (read the hindi word with the chhoti oo ki matra, and the tamatar wala ta) in the legendary potboiler Gunda.

The world’s hairiest baby: If there was ever a horror movie to be made where a child was born nearly six foot tall, with body hair Anil Kapoor would blush about, the casting is now a snap.

By the end of the movie, we were not quite aware if we were awake, asleep, hallucinating or in a deep state of meditation. Baba Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Insaan, is a social worker slash quasi religious guru with exactly Five crore followers. How do I know that the figure’s exact? Because they mention it seven times during the course of the movie. And seven because they are subtle.

I understand describing the titular character of this film by his physical characteristics is akin to how we objectify women in our films, but Guruji comes across as such a harmless man, he defies any other categorization. His facade is of a cute cow, gently chewing dialogue, burping action scenes, and maintaining an aura of calm like no other. Except, he’s dressed in crochet t-shirts, orange capris and boots from WWF Wrestle Mania 1994. If he was even remotely funny, he’d be a great stand in for Po from Kung Fu Panda.

The film goes on for 197 minutes, and after the first 30, you are basically in the zone- you’re basically consuming a pack of Aam Papad. So bad but so good. You’ll be sick in the morning, your insides will groan and remind you of your foolishness the night before. But, it’s Aam Papad. If you don’t finish it now, you can’t ever have it again.

There are a lot of songs in the film. All of them sung by Baba. He’s going to let all of his five crore followers know they can sing whenever they want, wherever they think they can. The followers of this man will never be bathroom singers. They will soon maraud the ears of their friends and family at Roobaroo nights, an event which will soon take over from Narendra Modi’s election rallies as the most epic thing ‘Indians who don’t understand what they are doing’ attend.

The other characters in this film were cut out from cardboard, then given a little Alprax, some Vicodin and a wad of money. The latter I hope was involved, for their sake. Or the promise of Modi becoming their Prime Minister and saviour in chief. Nothing else could have gotten people to bend over backwards so gleefully. We’ve all seen 90's cinema, and the things people got up to, but this film makes that great decade irrelevant. It defines them over, and serves them on a platter made of earnestness, unintended mirth and glee.

By the end, we just gave up laughing. We gave up smiling. We gave up looking at each other and guffawing. We gave up everything we had, and wanted to become followers of the man.

In conclusion (sorry I’ve been told this is how you must end all assignments, and this is an assignment by Sarthak Ahuja CA, ICWA and other Accounting degrees), this is all I have to say:

Years ago I learnt that the death is the harshest possible punishment given to a criminal. Below it, the next rung, is solitary confinement- a person loses his mind, hallucinates and stops being a person: he loses track of time, self-awareness and self-worth. Since that day, I've feared solitary confinement more than death itself. Now, you can make me fearful of a third reality- watching MSG 2.

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I really wanted to watch and review MSG for the lovely few who read the blog because of constant spam from my facebook page. However, a dear friend of mine, Karan, took the bullet and put this together as a guest post for the blog.

You can find him on twitter at @ironymeter. If you did see the movie, he offers his heartfelt condolences, and an offer to meet him and the Old Monk till the end of February.

Also, you must know that this guy has one of the most read articles on LinkedIn. Next to the likes of Richard Branson and shit. So much smart :')